Moans

Illustration by Bruce Nugent

I feel you. Inside. I want you. Inside. Black and bold. I want you. Want to taste your sweat. Feel your fingers trace my spine. Feel them grasp buttocks. Tense and release. impaled while licking collar bone. Suck. And suck. And suck. Until there is nothing left. Nothing left of me. Nothing. All meshing into black night. Only the spirit can hear our moans now.

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